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“You want to tell me why you’ve been crying?”
She smiled. “Just processing some stuff with Mara and Bex, good stuff.” She rushed to explain as his brows lowered.
“Yeah? Good stuff? You’re sure?” He wasn’t convinced there was nothing else.
“Yes.” She nodded toward the place where the answering machine used to sit. “Mara took the answering machine with her when they left.”
He locked eyes with her at the mention of that machine, the missing piece falling into place.
“Did Bea call?”
Willa nodded. “She did.” She looked uncomfortable for a moment, then continued. “She doesn’t approve of your tattoos. One of her friends saw you and me together.”
“What else did she say?”
“You know what? I didn’t listen to it.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
She nodded. “Mara paused the tape, we talked it through, and I decided I’m done with that. If my mother ever wants a relationship with me, it’ll be up to her to find a way to connect. I’m closing that door.”
He pulled her in close to his chest, happy that she’d come to that conclusion, angry that it was necessary, relieved that she’d have his mom soon, too. He dragged his palm down the length of her back and she curved her body into his.
“You tired?” he murmured.
“Not that tired,” she smiled.
Willa
Wednesday morning, I arrived at work to the unwelcome news that Junie wasn’t coming in until later, if at all, due to a headache. I surveyed the project we’d spread out over the back table. We’d gotten a phenomenal amount of work done in only two days, and it wasn’t bad! If we continued at this pace, we’d finish by Friday close, but I was hesitant to continue without Junie here to oversee. It was her project, and I didn’t want to step on her toes.
It surprised me how little it bothered me that we were running this close to a deadline. I smiled at the memory of last night. Barrett was in an intense mood. He handled me with care, as usual, but, boy, did he handle me.
“You’re sure you’re not too tired?” He confirmed.
“Of course! Why would I be?” I smiled into his severe face.
He rolled his forehead back and forth on mine.
“I’m particularly tense tonight,” he admitted.
My stomach leapt with interest and my pussy contracted. I laughed. “From the reaction of my stomach and areas lower down, I think we’re all in.”
His kaleidoscope eyes smiled into mine, but concern was evident on his face. I drew back and smoothed the lines on his forehead with my thumbs.
“What’s bothering you, my Viking?”
“You enjoy how we fuck? How we make love?” He asked baldly.
I felt the blood drain from my face. Was this his way of telling me he wasn’t satisfied with what we were?
“Yes? You don’t?” I answered.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Of course, I do. I love you, Willa. I’d take whatever you’re willing to give me. I’m asking if I’m taking too much.”
I relaxed and blew out the breath that was lodged in my chest.
